truth– but truth was nothing more than what it was decided upon,
nothing more than the shadow of an imaginary shape made of dust
leaving specks of dust for a being made of dust to chase.
and we fell, all of us! – each carrying a rock the size of an ant
screaming and yelling,
“I have it, I have what you all lack!”

I’ve seen from the window
where my being resides
and saw nothing;
just silhouettes, shadows, mirages…
a trick or two.
but never a thing that seemed just as it seemed;
nothing that made sense for more than a glimpse
of what a human being would call a lifetime…
then I was tricked, again!